Counter Measures (1998) Movie Script
[orchestral score playing]
[HELICOPTER PROPELLER MAKING
CHOPPING NOISE]
[footsteps approaching]
[horn honking in the distance]
[orchestral brass swelling]
[gunfire and grunting]
MAN: Three on the left.
[rapid gunfire]
[indistinct shouting]
[gunfire and grunting continue]
[gun cocking]
[bullet ricocheting off metal]
MAN: Campbell, Torres, this way.
[loud groan]
[rocket-propelled gun blast]
[explosion]
[thud]
[gunfire]
[rocket-propelled gun blast]
[explosion]
[indistinct shouting]
[sporadic gunfire]
[man gasping]
[bullets ricocheting]
MAN: Go go go.
MAN: [SHOUTING] One up, one up.
[gasping]
[machine gunfire]
[loud thud]
[grunting and coughing]
[indistinct shouting]
[gunshot]
[yelling]
[gun with silencer firing]
[labored breathing]
MAN: Go!
[loud gasping]
Jake.
Jake, I'm gonna die.
Jake, do something.
[choking]
Do something, Jake.
[burst of gunfire]
[grunting]
[loud gasping]
[explosion]
[groaning]
[DESPERATELY] Jake.
[choking]
[taking last labored breath]
[dramatic trumpets playing]
[rapid gunfire]
Lieutenant Fuller, we got him.
[somber string music playing]
MAN: Lieutenant Fuller?
Leave him alone.
It's his brother.
[heavy breathing]
[pensive music playing]
[BOOTS HITTING PAVEMENT IN
UNISON]
[cars passing]
[gentle kissing sounds]
[woman moaning faintly]
You will be the
death of me, Nishka.
Put me in your memoirs.
"Two weeks with
Nina Romanova were
the most erotic I ever spent."
Hm.
The Russian Navy does not
give out endorsements.
[phone ringing]
Hello.
[speaking russian]
For Commander Gregori.
[grunting in frustration]
This is Gregori.
Da.
Thank you, lieutenant.
[phone nestling into cradle]
We ship out day after
tomorrow to rendezvous
with the American Sixth Fleet.
[kissing]
You are a genius.
They escort you.
All the way to Syria--
and my money.
It's not enough, you know.
I want more money, double it.
We had an
agreement, Commander.
[SHARPLY] Tell
them, more money.
They have no choice.
I'm the only link
you have with Odessa.
Of course.
We wouldn't want you to think
we didn't value your help.
Just make sure that you
deliver Odessa and Hailstorm.
[faint string music playing]
I am a capitalist
at heart, Nina.
I wouldn't dream of
letting you down.
Double it.
Don't forget.
[kissing]
I won't forget,
Commander Gregori.
[STIRRING ORCHESTRAL BRASS MUSIC
PLAYING]
[beeping]
WOMAN: [ON INTERCOM] He's here.
[phone ringing]
Send him in.
At ease, Jake.
Sir.
[chuckling]
[hands slapping together]
COMMANDER LARKIN:
It's good to see you.
Good to see you, sir.
This is Captain Blake
of Naval Intelligence.
Captain Blake, Captain Jake
Fuller, Navy Medical Corps.
A long way from
Virginia, aye, Captain?
You, too.
Seal Group 4, wasn't it?
Yeah, a long time ago.
Jake, Captain Blake has a very
interesting proposal for you.
The Sixth Fleet
battle is hooking up
with one of Russia's
newest attack submarines
for a joint training
exercise in the Eastern Med.
We're sending you aboard that
sub as part of a crew exchange.
You'll run their medics
through a training
course on Navy combat medicine.
Why me, sir?
I mean, I'm sure there's
plenty of other officers
available for this assignment.
I'm supposed to be heading
back to the States.
Jake, you speak
Russian fluently.
Yes, I understand that, sir.
And Captain Blake felt,
with your background
and intelligence--
--you might be
a useful observer.
Well, to tell you the
truth, sir, I'm just a medic
these days.
I'm not really
interested in this.
[chuckling]
This is a cakewalk, Jake.
Just keep your eye on things.
[TENSE ORCHESTRAL MUSIC PLAYING
FAINTLY]
Jake-- you know, there
could be a promotion in it.
[door closing]
[pensive music playing]
[wheels on wet pavement]
[door closing]
[speaking russian]
[speaking russian]
[HIGH HEELED SHOES CLICKING ON
PAVEMENT]
[gentle flute theme playing]
[door opening]
[door closing]
Why don't I make
you some tea instead?
Da?
[yawning]
[bell tolling once]
[OMINOUS THEME WITH MARTIAL DRUM
ROLLS]
[indistinct conversation]
[speaking russian]
MAN: [speaking russian]
[indistinct conversation]
[dissonant orchestra hits]
[rapid gunfire]
[body thudding to the ground]
[seagulls calling faintly]
These are the last.
MAN: Da.
Show these to Commander
Gregori on the Odessa,
slip 18H.
He's expecting you.
[papers rustling]
And get these
bodies into storage.
[footsteps departing]
Ambassador Silver, I
would be the first to know
if any of our nuclear
arms are missing.
After all, we're not talking
about children's toys.
I mean no
disrespect, Minister,
but our intelligence sources are
reporting an increasing number
of Russian high-tech
weapons surfacing
in a number of third
world countries
very unfriendly to the West.
[chuckling menacingly]
An internal matter, sir.
We have not yet
uncovered any information
concerning the United States.
But if we do--
I don't think I'm making
myself clear, Minister.
Those missing weapons are being
aimed at the United States,
and that concerns us very much.
If they fire, we'll
respond in kind,
and we'll start at the source.
NISHKA: With all due
respect, Minister,
it would only be to our best
interest to work together.
Would it not, Ambassador?
This situation, if
true, troubles me as well.
We will look into it further.
Perhaps your office
would care to assist?
[sighing in relief]
We'd be happy to
provide any assistance.
[seagulls crying faintly]
[CRATES BANGING AGAINST ONE
ANOTHER]
Your replacements
have arrived, Commander.
And the bodies of my crew?
They have moved
to a cooler climate.
[GLOOMY ORCHESTRAL THEME
PLAYING]
[music intensifies]
[TRIUMPHANT MUSICAL THEME
PLAYING]
MAN: Odessa left port, sir.
[paper rustling]
Thanks, Dan.
[beeping]
Captain Jake Fuller.
You ever heard of him?
Unh-unh.
What's a conscientious
objector mean to you, Dan?
It means a coward to me.
[paper rustling]
[uplifting theme playing]
Slavin says 10 minutes.
Eyes front, Kurganov.
[mechanical whirring]
The last of them.
You are breaking
a sweat, Slavin.
It's not like you.
I like fresh air.
You better hold your breath.
Dimitri.
Lieutenant Kurganov.
Yes, Captain.
Take the conn.
Maintain our present course.
[footsteps departing]
Maintain our present course.
[mechanical whirring]
Nikita.
Three minutes.
Petrov's on his way down.
Pass these out.
And Daninski, breathe deeply.
Everything is
working perfectly.
[heavy breathing]
[gasping]
[non-english speech]
[gasping]
[coughing]
You.
Check the missile bay.
You men, spread out.
Check for survivors.
Kill anyone you find.
Go.
Now.
[non-english].
Dammit!
[shouting]
[gunshot]
[gunshot]
Nikita!
[coughing]
Breathe.
Breathe, damn you!
Help me.
Why?
Nikita is critical
to this mission.
You have already done your part.
A little gift from
Nina Romanova.
[laughter]
Blow the bodies
through the airlock.
And get Nikita some
medical treatment.
We've got to save him.
Admiral Harrison?
Captain Jack Fuller,
reporting as ordered.
At east, captain.
Here, take a look at this.
The Odessa?
We think so.
It's Morse code.
Russian Navy emergency
distress signal.
Medical emergency?
We don't know.
Transmissions stopped
a few minutes later.
Could be their engines
are malfunctioning.
Hell, it could even be a mutiny.
A mutiny?
Well, with all due
respect, sir, this isn't
a medical emergency, and--
Captain.
I've read your file.
Are you looking for an excuse
to get out of harm's way?
No, sir.
I'm just a medical officer.
I don't repair
Russian submarines.
Just people.
Mister, you are out of order.
Sir--
As soon as we
get to the Odessa,
I'm going to make
arrangements to get you
and your nurse on board.
Nurse?
Ensign Swain
reporting for duty, sir.
Ensign, take Captain
Fuller down of the galley
and get some coffee.
He's going to have a long night.
Sir.
Captain?
Dismissed.
Sir!
0 bubble.
All ahead, full.
Captain, the Americans are
asking if we need medical aid.
If they should send
their visitor early?
Visitor?
Something about a Navy
doctor and his nurse.
Part of the training exercise.
Damn!
We were only supposed to
travel with the Americans
under escort, not
take them aboard.
Too bad Captain Gregori
did not inform us of this.
Too bad he's already dead.
If we don't
respond, the Americans
will assume something is wrong.
How is Lt. Nikita?
Very ill.
Without a medic aboard,
he may not last a night.
He can't die, Slavin.
You know this.
Not until Hailstorm
is operational.
Hailstorm?
Captain, it may be
possible that the Americans
can save Lt. Nikita.
That would be
very ironic, Slavin.
Signal our current
position to the Americans.
Tell them we had a--
chemical accident.
A crew member is suffering
from chemical gas inhalation.
Request our visitors arrive
as quickly as possible.
Aye, captain.
Do you insist upon
staying up all night?
I can't sleep.
I'm sorry.
What is it, darling?
There's a problem
at the ministry.
Only Schikov won't admit it.
Do you think he's lying?
I think he knows
more than he's telling.
Well, you know you were
walking into a nest of vipers
when you took this post.
I had such high
hopes for this country.
The emergence of capitalism.
A chance for America
to help a new Russia
emerge from the
ashes of the old.
I know.
I helped you write
the speech, remember?
Am I preaching again?
Just a little bit, darling.
But that's why I fell in
love with you at Princeton.
You were always so passionate.
For an ROTC boy.
And you were the most
beautiful student I ever saw.
Watch it, ambassador.
You told me you fell in
love with me for my mind.
After I rewrote your
wretched term paper.
Oh, that, too.
Yeah.
You always did come
up with my best lines.
Well, somebody had to.
They didn't teach you much
political theory in the army.
Now, will you
please come to bed?
Don't worry!
Just do as I do!
Contact the battle group.
Tell them to hold
at a quarter speed.
We're not going anywhere
until we hear from Fuller.
Aye, sir.
We've surfaced, captain.
The Americans are
ready to make the drop.
Good.
PILOT: Target spotted.
And don't forget to jump!
Bag!
PILOT: Cargo dropped.
Returning to base.
[speaking russian]
How come those sailors
are wearing sidearms?
Yes?
It's coming through now.
Thank you.
What's going on?
Newswire service.
An explosion at a meat
packing plant in Dubrovnik.
It's all over the networks.
Sounds like a slow news day.
It's still a war zone.
Probably Bosnian rebels.
They found the bodies
of 15 Russian sailors
inside that plant.
And every one of them had
been assigned to the Odessa.
The Odessa?
Yeah.
Oh my god.
NEWSCASTER: In today's
news, US police
found the bodies of
two Naval officers
killed somewhere
outside a Naval shipyard
in southern coastal waters.
The officers were
shot twice, and then
dragged through an
abandoned warehouse
and left inside a meat locker.
It took inspectors 6 and
1/2 hours to search the area
and recover the bodies
of the officers.
Both officers were assigned duty
on the elite Russian submarine,
the Odessa, which disappeared
days ago near Syrian waters.
The reason for the sub's theft,
as well as the party behind it,
are yet unknown.
The police have not divulged the
exact whereabouts of the site
for reasons of
national security.
The United States
team and the UN
have been working closely
to solve this problem.
They hope to have more answers
within the next few days.
I gave him an
agent to counteract
the poison in his system.
This adrenaline shot will
have him up and moving
around in a few hours.
But he'll still be very weak.
Can he do his duties?
Well, he'll be a bit nauseous
for the next couple of days,
as his body expels the poisons.
Right now, all he needs is rest.
I'm amazed you
were able to find
a counter-agent so quickly.
Well, we saw the same
symptoms in the Gulf War.
Would you care to see
your humble bridge, Captain?
Well, I do need to get in
contact with Sixth Fleet.
Ensign?
I'll stay here and keep
an eye on our patient.
Could you help me for a moment?
Sure.
Just let the men know
outside when you are ready.
What the hell was
he poisoned with?
Dresden 9.
Nerve gas.
It was developed by the
Nazis in World War II.
Used b the Iraqis
in the Gulf War.
What's it doing
on a Russian sub?
That's a good question.
You should ask him.
I'm gonna get going.
It's from Fuller.
Patient healthy.
Russian crew proceeding
with exercise.
No damage to the boat.
Tell my brother I'm
worried about the food.
His brother?
Dismissed.
[beeping]
The Americans
acknowledged the message.
We will continue
along present course.
Thank you.
So now you see how the
other half lives, eh?
Well, I'll tell
you one thing--
this is an amazing submarine.
It's very clean.
But the crew complement--
I don't know.
It just seems very small.
Most of Odessa's functions
are fully automated.
No need for a large group.
Not even a medical officer?
Unfortunately, Lt. Nikita--
he is our medical officer.
Well, I guess you guys
are happy to see me, huh?
Ah.
Would you please join us
for some wine, Captain?
Our way of saying thank
you for saving our comrade.
Well-- allow me.
Ah, eureka.
Good year, too, huh?
I used to make a good
living being a waiter.
Oh, yes.
Look at that.
Help me, uh, put
myself through college.
Yes.
OK.
To the Russian bear.
Hurrah!
Hurrah.
Yes.
Hurrah.
There we are.
Little bit.
You know, there's a
lot of nice things
I'm hearing about the Russians.
Is it all true?
What do you think, huh?
[non-english speech]
Perhaps not so good
a year as we thought.
Very good, Bulganin.
Lock him in the crew
quarters with the woman.
And move Nikita into my cabin.
I say we kill him.
And the girl, too.
Lt. Nikita still
needs medical attention.
I need them alive
until he recovers.
Try and relax, gentlemen.
The Syrians are paying
us a great deal of money
for this beautiful submarine.
I want to make sure we're
all alive to enjoy it.
What if they don't pay?
Our fingers are on
the trigger of the most
powerful weapon known to man.
They wouldn't dare refuse us.
Our guests have
bought us some, but--
They've bought us 24 hours.
By that time, it
won't matter anymore.
We're very close
to Syrian waters.
We'll have the
most powerful navy
in the world as our chaperones.
At ease.
Having a bit of a
problem with Odessa.
Counter-intel is asking if
Odessa's under the control
of terrorists.
That's quite a question.
Do they have any evidence?
Just some dead
Russian sailors found
in a meat packing
plant in Croatia,
and a dispatch from Fuller.
But a message for his brother.
A message?
His brother's dead.
It's all in there.
You can read it in the chopper.
I want you on the
Jefferson ASAP.
If this is true, our only
hope may be a Navy doctor
who refuses to pick up a gun.
God help us all.
Permission to
speak freely, sir?
- Always.
- I've read Fuller's file.
I'm sure he's trying
to get a message to us.
If the Odessa has been taken,
God help the hijackers.
Captain Fuller?
Captain Fuller?
Wake up!
Captain Fuller, wake up!
Sir?
Wake up, sir!
God!
Sorry, sir.
I couldn't wake you up.
God.
What time is it?
Noon.
Straight up, sir.
Orders, sir?
Orders?
Perhaps, sir,
we should find out
who the hell's got
this submarine,
find out what they're doing with
it, and try to stop them, sir.
No.
Find the ship's stores?
No.
Steal some weapons?
No.
Find me some aspirin.
- Right, sir.
Have a drink, Mr. Ambassador.
My father once told me never
to drink with politicians.
He said they'll lie about
what they had for breakfast
if it suits them.
Well, it seems you, yourself,
are a politician, Mr. Silver.
My country is extremely upset
over a situation that seems
to be getting out of control.
I'd hate to think the
presence of your submarine
and our Sixth Fleet
in the Mediterranean
would be enough to trigger-- let
us say-- an incident that both
our nations would regret.
Very well, ambassador.
The truth?
We have been unable to contact
Odessa since yesterday.
The situation is becoming--
dangerous.
How dangerous, minister?
There is cargo aboard.
What cargo?
Hailstorm?
Do we have any weapons, sir?
Weapons?
Any ideas?
Not unless you have
a bottle of wine handy.
Hold that.
[crashing]
[crashing]
OK, wait.
OK, I know.
I'm tired, too.
Let's just do it
one more time, OK?
One more.
OK.
[crashing]
Scream.
[screaming]
Scream again.
[screaming]
[shouting]
[screaming]
Hold him still!
I'm trying!
Come on, let's go.
Let's move him.
Hurry.
Have we heard from Kradisky?
No.
Take some men and
check on the prisoners.
If Kradisky has been
drinking, kill him.
He needs to take his station.
Aye, sir.
This way?
OK.
Stay here.
Check the other corridors.
All the rooms.
See if you can find Kadisk.
[non-english speech]
Shit.
Go.
All right.
Slavin to bridge.
Petrov.
Kradisky's dead, and the
prisoners have escaped.
What?
Find the Americans.
We need them alive.
Aye, captain.
Jeez, you go so fast.
Sorry.
It's OK.
It's OK.
Where the hell are
we going, anyways?
We're in the access tunnels.
I want to get to
the missile bay.
Missile bay?
What the hell for?
Figure that's the last
place they'll look for us.
OK.
Go.
Just in time, captain.
I'm about to send a little
hunting party after the Odessa.
Before you do, Admiral,
please read this.
My rank won't impress you, sir,
but the signature at the bottom
might.
It does.
All right, Captain.
I'll give your people 12 hours.
No more.
And then that sub goes down.
Captain?
Are you ready?
I think so.
I assume you have a key?
How long will it take to
enter the target coordinates?
First I have to
blow up the missile
defense system in each city.
Six cities, six hours.
Maybe more.
Excuse me?
Captain?
We are bluffing, aren't we?
Of course, Daninski.
Just like the American
game of poker.
We are raising the stakes.
For a conscientious
objector, you
sure have a talent for killing.
Wait.
Sorry, sir.
I read your file.
How the hell did you
get a hold of that?
The metal's getting hot.
We must be near the missile bay.
Come on.
You are a coward, Daninski?
I have served with you
for a long time, captain.
This mission was
to be about money.
Nothing else.
Nothing else.
Take your station.
Check the missile bay.
I'm going to weapon storage.
Da.
Oh my god.
It is true.
Jeez.
How the hell would
they fire that?
Hydraulics.
The platform rises,
inserting the nose
cone into the launch tube.
Codename Hailstorm.
That nose cone contains six
cluster warheads, each of which
can separate targets.
Can't it be disabled?
We'll find out.
According to
intelligence reports,
the Russians made it
operational before completing
a series of safety tests.
The warheads are unstable.
If the submarine is
attacked, or if the missile
is detonated prematurely,
this entire ocean
goes up in a mushroom cloud.
It's remoted from the bridge.
We can't do anything from here.
Great.
So we take the bridge.
Let's go.
Wait a minute.
You learned all this stuff
in nurse's training, Ensign?
Lieutenant Swain, sir.
Navy intelligence.
I've been tracking this
little toy for months.
Your job was to get
me on board Odessa.
Well-- So I guess
I did my job, huh?
Hey!
[gunfire]
Captain's, someone
tapping on the ship.
From the inside.
Gunfire?
[gunfire]
Come on, get out!
Get out of there!
[gunfire]
Move!
[gunfire]
Shit!
[groaning]
Take her to the bridge.
I'll get him.
[shouting]
[shouting]
[shouting]
[gunshot]
It ain't my day.
It ain't my day.
WOMAN: Can you be certain?
MAN: If Hailstorm
is aboard that sub--
WOMAN: Well, have you
heard from the president?
He's in the middle of a
treaty negotiation with China.
I can't get through.
I'll try him again in an hour.
You know something?
Weapons change, but the
world just can't stop playing
cowboys and Indians, can they?
Diplomacy was a lot simpler in
those days, wasn't it, darling?
So was war.
[music playing]
MAN: Status is ready.
Status ready.
Captain Donner?
The order's reading
intercept and engage.
That means war.
It means war if we don't.
Submerge the ship.
Submerge the ship!
Aye, aye.
20 degrees down bubble.
[groaning]
[gasping]
So nice to see you again.
[non-english].
You speak our language
beautifully, Ensign.
But your choice of words
is not very lady-like.
Now, where is your captain?
Ensign Courtney Swain,
United States Navy.
Serial number 5--
[gasping]
We've got to give
them a few more hours!
It's too late.
We've got a submarine moving
to intercept, even as we speak.
Slavin?
Find Fuller.
Kill him this time.
He doesn't have any place to go.
Wanna bet?
American.
Oh!
Shit!
Well, man?
[shouting]
[shouting]
[russian] I'm going
to break your back.
OK, come on.
[screaming]
There you go.
You'll find this a very
small little ocean when
the Navy catches up with you.
My dear, if you were sent
after the Hailstorm missile,
then you know the warheads
are quite unstable.
I can't possibly imagine
even the United States Navy
would be so callous
as to endanger
the entire eastern
Mediterranean.
I really don't expect
a direct attack.
Unfortunately for them,
you and your partner
were their last, best hope.
I doubt anyone
in the Sixth Fleet
knows of Hailstorm's existence.
And by now they'll know
Odessa's been hijacked.
To them you're just a target.
It doesn't matter.
Within a few hours,
Hailstorm's warheads will rain
down on select Russian cities.
Separatists from
Kazakhstan to the Ukraine
will be blamed the Russian
government will be forced
to reclaim those nations.
A new Soviet Union will
rise from the nuclear ash.
The relations in the
west will deteriorate.
Call it nostalgia, but
I do miss the Cold War.
And the rest of your crew?
They will die for
me, if necessary.
I've kind of
been noticing that.
[snap]
Slavin to bridge.
He's killed Dmitri.
You can't find one man?
Captain, American
submarine, dead ahead.
Los Angeles class.
Slavin, get up here.
It seems the American
Navy wants to play.
Aye, Captain.
Keep looking.
Contact!
Dead ahead, sir.
Russian.
Akula class.
Speed?
20 knots.
Odessa.
OK.
Let's give them a wide berth.
Circle below, then around.
We'll take them from behind.
Aye, Captain.
[grunting]
Increase speed, Captain?
No.
Captain, the
American is closing in.
A very small ocean, captain.
Black rubes one and two.
Black tubes one and two.
Assign preset.
Firing solution
locked into computer.
Fire one.
Fire one.
One away.
- Fire two.
- Fire two.
Two away.
He's fired two torpedoes.
Impact in 30 seconds.
Captain?
If we threaten to
launch the missile--
Need I remind you,
lieutenant, there
is no way to communicate
directly with the Americans.
Captain, that's a Los
Angeles class attack sub.
He can outmaneuver you.
Surrender before it's too late.
I think not.
20 seconds to impact.
Release countermeasures.
Not yet.
What is he doing?
Making the bastard
think he got us.
Both hit straight and true.
10 seconds to impact, Captain.
Captain?
I've done this
before, Daninski.
Release countermeasures.
Impact in five.
Four.
Three.
[non-english speech]
Now.
[beeping]
We got him, sir.
Too soon to tell.
A lot of underwater
debris, sir.
There.
I'm picking up-- screws, sir.
Very well.
Slow to 15 knots.
Flood tubes three and four.
Yes, sir.
Flood tubes three and four.
Aye aye, sir.
We'll get the
Russkies this time.
Sir, Springfield preparing
for a second attack.
Sir, please call
off the attack.
You know the risks when
Hailstorm's warheads
are prematurely detonated.
You'll have a massive nuclear
catastrophe on your hands.
I've got Russia's latest
nuclear sub on my hands.
Probably under the
control of terrorists.
The United States Navy is
going to take that sub out,
and those are the
orders of the day.
With all due
respect, Admiral, need
I remind you of the
signature on that letter?
I'll relay your concerns
to Central Command,
and we'll wait for their reply.
And that's all I'm
going to promise you.
Thank you, sir.
Signal Springfield and tell
him to break off the attack.
Damn.
He's locked onto us.
Why doesn't he fire?
Blow ballast.
Surface.
Surface the ship.
Aye aye, sir.
The American is surfacing.
A mistake.
Flood tubes five and six.
Tubes flooded, Captain.
Petrov, he's breaking
off the attack.
Why fire?
Speed of ascent?
2 feet per second.
Nikita, prorate
target coordinates.
Allow for 23% increase
in ascent speed.
- Locked.
- Fire five and six.
No!
He's fired two fish.
Release countermeasures.
10 seconds.
[non-english speech]
They slipped through.
[non-english speech]
Jesus, God.
[shouting]
Impact!
Large underwater explosion.
Odessa?
Russian screws.
We just lost 100
American lives, Captain.
[gunshot]
[gunshot]
Brzezinski?
Fuller.
12 kilometers
to Syrian waters.
Excellent.
But there was something
else I needed to do.
Ah, yes.
Swain.
Please, forgive me, my dear.
But--
[gunfire]
Captain Fuller, I
trust you can hear me?
I just shot your partner.
She's not dead, but she is
bleeding rather profusely.
If you would like the
opportunity to save her life,
I suggest you join us
here on the bridge.
Black tie.
Thank you very much.
No answer?
The State Department
did, and the president
can't be disturbed.
[gunshot]
[screaming]
[gunshot]
Drop the gun, lady!
You OK, ambassador?
[shouting]
Schikov sent you to
clean up his dirty mess.
That drunken fool?
I take special care of him.
He stays quiet.
So will you.
I'm afraid you were getting
too close to the truth.
Odessa?
And her cargo.
Nuclear fire to heat
up a new Cold War.
Say goodbye to your
new world order.
[click]
[gunshot]
- Oh, Zachary.
- I'm OK.
- Are you OK?
- I'm OK.
Yes.
- I'll get you some help.
Yeah.
[groan]
She's going into
shock, Captain.
Fuller?
Your ensign is failing.
And none of us poor sailors
have any medical experience.
Dananski, how far
to Syrian waters?
23 minutes at
the present speed.
Fuller, you're the only
one who can save her.
I can't believe you're just
going to let her die up here.
What is it?
Are you a coward?
Fuller, I am waiting.
[groaning]
OK then, give me
the missile key.
Don't, Captain.
I did not agree to join you
to fire on our own people.
Daninski, give me the gun.
Is this what you want?
Huh?
Slavin!
Is this what we came for?
I have family in those cities.
We all do!
[gunshot]
[shouting]
[gunfire]
Listen, we move.
Now!
[gunfire]
[alarm]
[gunfire]
Ah!
Shit.
You OK?
Shit.
Swain!
Swain!
Shit.
[alarm]
Move.
We can fire from
the missile bay.
I can't do this, Captain.
Of course you can.
It's from Central Command.
By all means, sir.
We have no choice.
Thank you for waiting
as long as you did.
And I'm-- I'm sorry
for the men you lost.
It doesn't help much.
Send to all ships.
Evacuate to latitude
34, longitude 34.
Jefferson will commence
air strike in 30 minutes.
OK.
Move.
Move!
How long And no lies.
10 minutes.
I've already sent the launch
data to this computer.
I just have to reprogram
the launch controls.
How do we escape?
Don't worry, Nikita.
We have a boat standing by.
The Syrians will
be picking us up.
[alarm]
Nikita?
I have to cross-check
the target controls.
No games.
But we are firing
blind if I don't.
Do it quickly!
[alarm]
OK.
That's about all
I can do for now.
I'll be all right.
We gotta get to Hailstorm.
They can launch from
the missile bay.
No.
Wait a minute.
Being your doctor,
I'm prescribing this.
What is that?
It's vodka.
Take a swig.
Done.
All we need to do
now is set the timer.
Excellent, Nikita.
You will be remembered as a
hero of the new Soviet Union.
[gunshot]
[beeping]
OK.
Now we can go to
the missile bay.
Come here.
Hurry.
[alarm]
Get outta here!
[beeping]
[shouting]
[shouting]
Help me.
Go to hell!
Hey!
Hey!
Help!
Don't leave!
Don't leave me!
Come back!
Don't leave me!
[screaming]
I can stop the missile.
Help me to the controls.
Please.
We'll all be dead if you don't.
Hell, I'll be dead, anyways.
So it's your choice.
Oh, god!
Hurry up!
Hurry up!
Come on!
You did it!
You did it.
Whoa!
Jeez.
I thought I told you
to go to the bridge.
I took a detour and
shut down Hailstorm.
Right.
Let's get the hell out of here.
You ready to go?
Let's get out of here.
Come on.
All ships, report new
positions within safety zones.
Sub hunters are
moving into position.
Have them lock on target.
Aye, sir.
He's surface.
Surfaced?
There.
Come on.
Picking up a signal
from Odessa, sir.
Signal's garbled.
In Russian.
Admiral, please!
I'm sorry.
Watch out!
[shouting]
All planes, fire in
60 seconds from my mark.
Fuller may have control.
They might be ready
to launch Hailstorm.
60 seconds from mark.
SOS!
- All ships, stand by to fire.
- SOS!
Launch commencing in--
Sir, incoming message from
the strike force on Odessa.
Do not fire!
FEMALE VOICE: Seven.
It's Swain and Fuller.
I repeat--
They may have control.
SWAIN: Do not fire.
Belay the order!
All aircraft, stand down.
Oh, thank God.
[shouting]
[shouting]
[shouting]
Ambassador, I
would like to express
my apologies for the
unfortunate turn of events
here at the ministry.
It could have been
much worse, minister.
Perhaps we can get together next
week and clean up this mess?
You may meet
with my successor.
I'm afraid I won't be available.
Goodbye, Ambassador Silver.
What did he say?
I don't think Schikov will
be around town much longer.
And neither will we.
What do you mean?
I've been thinking--
when was the last time we
were at the White House?
Well, with you, darling,
at one of those boring state
dinners we attended.
Why?
Well, how would you
like to live there?
[gunshot]
OK.
Jeez.
It is better.
Mhm.
Tell me something, Admiral--
how the hell did you
keep the Odessa afloat?
You know,
apparently the boat's
lower compartments automatically
seal when they're flooded.
You're lucky you got
out when you did.
It's an amazing submarine.
We'll return it to the
Russians, of course.
After we've had a chance
to check it out ourselves.
Yeah.
How's Lt. Swain?
Ask her yourself.
You're a hell of a
sailor, Lieutenant.
Thank you, sir.
And how.
Come here, Swain.
Sit down.
Captain Fuller, you did
a fine job on that sub.
I need a man like
you in intelligence.
To hell with that.
I need a new medical officer.
Good luck in finding him.
I need a vacation.
What about you, Swain?
[music playing]
[HELICOPTER PROPELLER MAKING
CHOPPING NOISE]
[footsteps approaching]
[horn honking in the distance]
[orchestral brass swelling]
[gunfire and grunting]
MAN: Three on the left.
[rapid gunfire]
[indistinct shouting]
[gunfire and grunting continue]
[gun cocking]
[bullet ricocheting off metal]
MAN: Campbell, Torres, this way.
[loud groan]
[rocket-propelled gun blast]
[explosion]
[thud]
[gunfire]
[rocket-propelled gun blast]
[explosion]
[indistinct shouting]
[sporadic gunfire]
[man gasping]
[bullets ricocheting]
MAN: Go go go.
MAN: [SHOUTING] One up, one up.
[gasping]
[machine gunfire]
[loud thud]
[grunting and coughing]
[indistinct shouting]
[gunshot]
[yelling]
[gun with silencer firing]
[labored breathing]
MAN: Go!
[loud gasping]
Jake.
Jake, I'm gonna die.
Jake, do something.
[choking]
Do something, Jake.
[burst of gunfire]
[grunting]
[loud gasping]
[explosion]
[groaning]
[DESPERATELY] Jake.
[choking]
[taking last labored breath]
[dramatic trumpets playing]
[rapid gunfire]
Lieutenant Fuller, we got him.
[somber string music playing]
MAN: Lieutenant Fuller?
Leave him alone.
It's his brother.
[heavy breathing]
[pensive music playing]
[BOOTS HITTING PAVEMENT IN
UNISON]
[cars passing]
[gentle kissing sounds]
[woman moaning faintly]
You will be the
death of me, Nishka.
Put me in your memoirs.
"Two weeks with
Nina Romanova were
the most erotic I ever spent."
Hm.
The Russian Navy does not
give out endorsements.
[phone ringing]
Hello.
[speaking russian]
For Commander Gregori.
[grunting in frustration]
This is Gregori.
Da.
Thank you, lieutenant.
[phone nestling into cradle]
We ship out day after
tomorrow to rendezvous
with the American Sixth Fleet.
[kissing]
You are a genius.
They escort you.
All the way to Syria--
and my money.
It's not enough, you know.
I want more money, double it.
We had an
agreement, Commander.
[SHARPLY] Tell
them, more money.
They have no choice.
I'm the only link
you have with Odessa.
Of course.
We wouldn't want you to think
we didn't value your help.
Just make sure that you
deliver Odessa and Hailstorm.
[faint string music playing]
I am a capitalist
at heart, Nina.
I wouldn't dream of
letting you down.
Double it.
Don't forget.
[kissing]
I won't forget,
Commander Gregori.
[STIRRING ORCHESTRAL BRASS MUSIC
PLAYING]
[beeping]
WOMAN: [ON INTERCOM] He's here.
[phone ringing]
Send him in.
At ease, Jake.
Sir.
[chuckling]
[hands slapping together]
COMMANDER LARKIN:
It's good to see you.
Good to see you, sir.
This is Captain Blake
of Naval Intelligence.
Captain Blake, Captain Jake
Fuller, Navy Medical Corps.
A long way from
Virginia, aye, Captain?
You, too.
Seal Group 4, wasn't it?
Yeah, a long time ago.
Jake, Captain Blake has a very
interesting proposal for you.
The Sixth Fleet
battle is hooking up
with one of Russia's
newest attack submarines
for a joint training
exercise in the Eastern Med.
We're sending you aboard that
sub as part of a crew exchange.
You'll run their medics
through a training
course on Navy combat medicine.
Why me, sir?
I mean, I'm sure there's
plenty of other officers
available for this assignment.
I'm supposed to be heading
back to the States.
Jake, you speak
Russian fluently.
Yes, I understand that, sir.
And Captain Blake felt,
with your background
and intelligence--
--you might be
a useful observer.
Well, to tell you the
truth, sir, I'm just a medic
these days.
I'm not really
interested in this.
[chuckling]
This is a cakewalk, Jake.
Just keep your eye on things.
[TENSE ORCHESTRAL MUSIC PLAYING
FAINTLY]
Jake-- you know, there
could be a promotion in it.
[door closing]
[pensive music playing]
[wheels on wet pavement]
[door closing]
[speaking russian]
[speaking russian]
[HIGH HEELED SHOES CLICKING ON
PAVEMENT]
[gentle flute theme playing]
[door opening]
[door closing]
Why don't I make
you some tea instead?
Da?
[yawning]
[bell tolling once]
[OMINOUS THEME WITH MARTIAL DRUM
ROLLS]
[indistinct conversation]
[speaking russian]
MAN: [speaking russian]
[indistinct conversation]
[dissonant orchestra hits]
[rapid gunfire]
[body thudding to the ground]
[seagulls calling faintly]
These are the last.
MAN: Da.
Show these to Commander
Gregori on the Odessa,
slip 18H.
He's expecting you.
[papers rustling]
And get these
bodies into storage.
[footsteps departing]
Ambassador Silver, I
would be the first to know
if any of our nuclear
arms are missing.
After all, we're not talking
about children's toys.
I mean no
disrespect, Minister,
but our intelligence sources are
reporting an increasing number
of Russian high-tech
weapons surfacing
in a number of third
world countries
very unfriendly to the West.
[chuckling menacingly]
An internal matter, sir.
We have not yet
uncovered any information
concerning the United States.
But if we do--
I don't think I'm making
myself clear, Minister.
Those missing weapons are being
aimed at the United States,
and that concerns us very much.
If they fire, we'll
respond in kind,
and we'll start at the source.
NISHKA: With all due
respect, Minister,
it would only be to our best
interest to work together.
Would it not, Ambassador?
This situation, if
true, troubles me as well.
We will look into it further.
Perhaps your office
would care to assist?
[sighing in relief]
We'd be happy to
provide any assistance.
[seagulls crying faintly]
[CRATES BANGING AGAINST ONE
ANOTHER]
Your replacements
have arrived, Commander.
And the bodies of my crew?
They have moved
to a cooler climate.
[GLOOMY ORCHESTRAL THEME
PLAYING]
[music intensifies]
[TRIUMPHANT MUSICAL THEME
PLAYING]
MAN: Odessa left port, sir.
[paper rustling]
Thanks, Dan.
[beeping]
Captain Jake Fuller.
You ever heard of him?
Unh-unh.
What's a conscientious
objector mean to you, Dan?
It means a coward to me.
[paper rustling]
[uplifting theme playing]
Slavin says 10 minutes.
Eyes front, Kurganov.
[mechanical whirring]
The last of them.
You are breaking
a sweat, Slavin.
It's not like you.
I like fresh air.
You better hold your breath.
Dimitri.
Lieutenant Kurganov.
Yes, Captain.
Take the conn.
Maintain our present course.
[footsteps departing]
Maintain our present course.
[mechanical whirring]
Nikita.
Three minutes.
Petrov's on his way down.
Pass these out.
And Daninski, breathe deeply.
Everything is
working perfectly.
[heavy breathing]
[gasping]
[non-english speech]
[gasping]
[coughing]
You.
Check the missile bay.
You men, spread out.
Check for survivors.
Kill anyone you find.
Go.
Now.
[non-english].
Dammit!
[shouting]
[gunshot]
[gunshot]
Nikita!
[coughing]
Breathe.
Breathe, damn you!
Help me.
Why?
Nikita is critical
to this mission.
You have already done your part.
A little gift from
Nina Romanova.
[laughter]
Blow the bodies
through the airlock.
And get Nikita some
medical treatment.
We've got to save him.
Admiral Harrison?
Captain Jack Fuller,
reporting as ordered.
At east, captain.
Here, take a look at this.
The Odessa?
We think so.
It's Morse code.
Russian Navy emergency
distress signal.
Medical emergency?
We don't know.
Transmissions stopped
a few minutes later.
Could be their engines
are malfunctioning.
Hell, it could even be a mutiny.
A mutiny?
Well, with all due
respect, sir, this isn't
a medical emergency, and--
Captain.
I've read your file.
Are you looking for an excuse
to get out of harm's way?
No, sir.
I'm just a medical officer.
I don't repair
Russian submarines.
Just people.
Mister, you are out of order.
Sir--
As soon as we
get to the Odessa,
I'm going to make
arrangements to get you
and your nurse on board.
Nurse?
Ensign Swain
reporting for duty, sir.
Ensign, take Captain
Fuller down of the galley
and get some coffee.
He's going to have a long night.
Sir.
Captain?
Dismissed.
Sir!
0 bubble.
All ahead, full.
Captain, the Americans are
asking if we need medical aid.
If they should send
their visitor early?
Visitor?
Something about a Navy
doctor and his nurse.
Part of the training exercise.
Damn!
We were only supposed to
travel with the Americans
under escort, not
take them aboard.
Too bad Captain Gregori
did not inform us of this.
Too bad he's already dead.
If we don't
respond, the Americans
will assume something is wrong.
How is Lt. Nikita?
Very ill.
Without a medic aboard,
he may not last a night.
He can't die, Slavin.
You know this.
Not until Hailstorm
is operational.
Hailstorm?
Captain, it may be
possible that the Americans
can save Lt. Nikita.
That would be
very ironic, Slavin.
Signal our current
position to the Americans.
Tell them we had a--
chemical accident.
A crew member is suffering
from chemical gas inhalation.
Request our visitors arrive
as quickly as possible.
Aye, captain.
Do you insist upon
staying up all night?
I can't sleep.
I'm sorry.
What is it, darling?
There's a problem
at the ministry.
Only Schikov won't admit it.
Do you think he's lying?
I think he knows
more than he's telling.
Well, you know you were
walking into a nest of vipers
when you took this post.
I had such high
hopes for this country.
The emergence of capitalism.
A chance for America
to help a new Russia
emerge from the
ashes of the old.
I know.
I helped you write
the speech, remember?
Am I preaching again?
Just a little bit, darling.
But that's why I fell in
love with you at Princeton.
You were always so passionate.
For an ROTC boy.
And you were the most
beautiful student I ever saw.
Watch it, ambassador.
You told me you fell in
love with me for my mind.
After I rewrote your
wretched term paper.
Oh, that, too.
Yeah.
You always did come
up with my best lines.
Well, somebody had to.
They didn't teach you much
political theory in the army.
Now, will you
please come to bed?
Don't worry!
Just do as I do!
Contact the battle group.
Tell them to hold
at a quarter speed.
We're not going anywhere
until we hear from Fuller.
Aye, sir.
We've surfaced, captain.
The Americans are
ready to make the drop.
Good.
PILOT: Target spotted.
And don't forget to jump!
Bag!
PILOT: Cargo dropped.
Returning to base.
[speaking russian]
How come those sailors
are wearing sidearms?
Yes?
It's coming through now.
Thank you.
What's going on?
Newswire service.
An explosion at a meat
packing plant in Dubrovnik.
It's all over the networks.
Sounds like a slow news day.
It's still a war zone.
Probably Bosnian rebels.
They found the bodies
of 15 Russian sailors
inside that plant.
And every one of them had
been assigned to the Odessa.
The Odessa?
Yeah.
Oh my god.
NEWSCASTER: In today's
news, US police
found the bodies of
two Naval officers
killed somewhere
outside a Naval shipyard
in southern coastal waters.
The officers were
shot twice, and then
dragged through an
abandoned warehouse
and left inside a meat locker.
It took inspectors 6 and
1/2 hours to search the area
and recover the bodies
of the officers.
Both officers were assigned duty
on the elite Russian submarine,
the Odessa, which disappeared
days ago near Syrian waters.
The reason for the sub's theft,
as well as the party behind it,
are yet unknown.
The police have not divulged the
exact whereabouts of the site
for reasons of
national security.
The United States
team and the UN
have been working closely
to solve this problem.
They hope to have more answers
within the next few days.
I gave him an
agent to counteract
the poison in his system.
This adrenaline shot will
have him up and moving
around in a few hours.
But he'll still be very weak.
Can he do his duties?
Well, he'll be a bit nauseous
for the next couple of days,
as his body expels the poisons.
Right now, all he needs is rest.
I'm amazed you
were able to find
a counter-agent so quickly.
Well, we saw the same
symptoms in the Gulf War.
Would you care to see
your humble bridge, Captain?
Well, I do need to get in
contact with Sixth Fleet.
Ensign?
I'll stay here and keep
an eye on our patient.
Could you help me for a moment?
Sure.
Just let the men know
outside when you are ready.
What the hell was
he poisoned with?
Dresden 9.
Nerve gas.
It was developed by the
Nazis in World War II.
Used b the Iraqis
in the Gulf War.
What's it doing
on a Russian sub?
That's a good question.
You should ask him.
I'm gonna get going.
It's from Fuller.
Patient healthy.
Russian crew proceeding
with exercise.
No damage to the boat.
Tell my brother I'm
worried about the food.
His brother?
Dismissed.
[beeping]
The Americans
acknowledged the message.
We will continue
along present course.
Thank you.
So now you see how the
other half lives, eh?
Well, I'll tell
you one thing--
this is an amazing submarine.
It's very clean.
But the crew complement--
I don't know.
It just seems very small.
Most of Odessa's functions
are fully automated.
No need for a large group.
Not even a medical officer?
Unfortunately, Lt. Nikita--
he is our medical officer.
Well, I guess you guys
are happy to see me, huh?
Ah.
Would you please join us
for some wine, Captain?
Our way of saying thank
you for saving our comrade.
Well-- allow me.
Ah, eureka.
Good year, too, huh?
I used to make a good
living being a waiter.
Oh, yes.
Look at that.
Help me, uh, put
myself through college.
Yes.
OK.
To the Russian bear.
Hurrah!
Hurrah.
Yes.
Hurrah.
There we are.
Little bit.
You know, there's a
lot of nice things
I'm hearing about the Russians.
Is it all true?
What do you think, huh?
[non-english speech]
Perhaps not so good
a year as we thought.
Very good, Bulganin.
Lock him in the crew
quarters with the woman.
And move Nikita into my cabin.
I say we kill him.
And the girl, too.
Lt. Nikita still
needs medical attention.
I need them alive
until he recovers.
Try and relax, gentlemen.
The Syrians are paying
us a great deal of money
for this beautiful submarine.
I want to make sure we're
all alive to enjoy it.
What if they don't pay?
Our fingers are on
the trigger of the most
powerful weapon known to man.
They wouldn't dare refuse us.
Our guests have
bought us some, but--
They've bought us 24 hours.
By that time, it
won't matter anymore.
We're very close
to Syrian waters.
We'll have the
most powerful navy
in the world as our chaperones.
At ease.
Having a bit of a
problem with Odessa.
Counter-intel is asking if
Odessa's under the control
of terrorists.
That's quite a question.
Do they have any evidence?
Just some dead
Russian sailors found
in a meat packing
plant in Croatia,
and a dispatch from Fuller.
But a message for his brother.
A message?
His brother's dead.
It's all in there.
You can read it in the chopper.
I want you on the
Jefferson ASAP.
If this is true, our only
hope may be a Navy doctor
who refuses to pick up a gun.
God help us all.
Permission to
speak freely, sir?
- Always.
- I've read Fuller's file.
I'm sure he's trying
to get a message to us.
If the Odessa has been taken,
God help the hijackers.
Captain Fuller?
Captain Fuller?
Wake up!
Captain Fuller, wake up!
Sir?
Wake up, sir!
God!
Sorry, sir.
I couldn't wake you up.
God.
What time is it?
Noon.
Straight up, sir.
Orders, sir?
Orders?
Perhaps, sir,
we should find out
who the hell's got
this submarine,
find out what they're doing with
it, and try to stop them, sir.
No.
Find the ship's stores?
No.
Steal some weapons?
No.
Find me some aspirin.
- Right, sir.
Have a drink, Mr. Ambassador.
My father once told me never
to drink with politicians.
He said they'll lie about
what they had for breakfast
if it suits them.
Well, it seems you, yourself,
are a politician, Mr. Silver.
My country is extremely upset
over a situation that seems
to be getting out of control.
I'd hate to think the
presence of your submarine
and our Sixth Fleet
in the Mediterranean
would be enough to trigger-- let
us say-- an incident that both
our nations would regret.
Very well, ambassador.
The truth?
We have been unable to contact
Odessa since yesterday.
The situation is becoming--
dangerous.
How dangerous, minister?
There is cargo aboard.
What cargo?
Hailstorm?
Do we have any weapons, sir?
Weapons?
Any ideas?
Not unless you have
a bottle of wine handy.
Hold that.
[crashing]
[crashing]
OK, wait.
OK, I know.
I'm tired, too.
Let's just do it
one more time, OK?
One more.
OK.
[crashing]
Scream.
[screaming]
Scream again.
[screaming]
[shouting]
[screaming]
Hold him still!
I'm trying!
Come on, let's go.
Let's move him.
Hurry.
Have we heard from Kradisky?
No.
Take some men and
check on the prisoners.
If Kradisky has been
drinking, kill him.
He needs to take his station.
Aye, sir.
This way?
OK.
Stay here.
Check the other corridors.
All the rooms.
See if you can find Kadisk.
[non-english speech]
Shit.
Go.
All right.
Slavin to bridge.
Petrov.
Kradisky's dead, and the
prisoners have escaped.
What?
Find the Americans.
We need them alive.
Aye, captain.
Jeez, you go so fast.
Sorry.
It's OK.
It's OK.
Where the hell are
we going, anyways?
We're in the access tunnels.
I want to get to
the missile bay.
Missile bay?
What the hell for?
Figure that's the last
place they'll look for us.
OK.
Go.
Just in time, captain.
I'm about to send a little
hunting party after the Odessa.
Before you do, Admiral,
please read this.
My rank won't impress you, sir,
but the signature at the bottom
might.
It does.
All right, Captain.
I'll give your people 12 hours.
No more.
And then that sub goes down.
Captain?
Are you ready?
I think so.
I assume you have a key?
How long will it take to
enter the target coordinates?
First I have to
blow up the missile
defense system in each city.
Six cities, six hours.
Maybe more.
Excuse me?
Captain?
We are bluffing, aren't we?
Of course, Daninski.
Just like the American
game of poker.
We are raising the stakes.
For a conscientious
objector, you
sure have a talent for killing.
Wait.
Sorry, sir.
I read your file.
How the hell did you
get a hold of that?
The metal's getting hot.
We must be near the missile bay.
Come on.
You are a coward, Daninski?
I have served with you
for a long time, captain.
This mission was
to be about money.
Nothing else.
Nothing else.
Take your station.
Check the missile bay.
I'm going to weapon storage.
Da.
Oh my god.
It is true.
Jeez.
How the hell would
they fire that?
Hydraulics.
The platform rises,
inserting the nose
cone into the launch tube.
Codename Hailstorm.
That nose cone contains six
cluster warheads, each of which
can separate targets.
Can't it be disabled?
We'll find out.
According to
intelligence reports,
the Russians made it
operational before completing
a series of safety tests.
The warheads are unstable.
If the submarine is
attacked, or if the missile
is detonated prematurely,
this entire ocean
goes up in a mushroom cloud.
It's remoted from the bridge.
We can't do anything from here.
Great.
So we take the bridge.
Let's go.
Wait a minute.
You learned all this stuff
in nurse's training, Ensign?
Lieutenant Swain, sir.
Navy intelligence.
I've been tracking this
little toy for months.
Your job was to get
me on board Odessa.
Well-- So I guess
I did my job, huh?
Hey!
[gunfire]
Captain's, someone
tapping on the ship.
From the inside.
Gunfire?
[gunfire]
Come on, get out!
Get out of there!
[gunfire]
Move!
[gunfire]
Shit!
[groaning]
Take her to the bridge.
I'll get him.
[shouting]
[shouting]
[shouting]
[gunshot]
It ain't my day.
It ain't my day.
WOMAN: Can you be certain?
MAN: If Hailstorm
is aboard that sub--
WOMAN: Well, have you
heard from the president?
He's in the middle of a
treaty negotiation with China.
I can't get through.
I'll try him again in an hour.
You know something?
Weapons change, but the
world just can't stop playing
cowboys and Indians, can they?
Diplomacy was a lot simpler in
those days, wasn't it, darling?
So was war.
[music playing]
MAN: Status is ready.
Status ready.
Captain Donner?
The order's reading
intercept and engage.
That means war.
It means war if we don't.
Submerge the ship.
Submerge the ship!
Aye, aye.
20 degrees down bubble.
[groaning]
[gasping]
So nice to see you again.
[non-english].
You speak our language
beautifully, Ensign.
But your choice of words
is not very lady-like.
Now, where is your captain?
Ensign Courtney Swain,
United States Navy.
Serial number 5--
[gasping]
We've got to give
them a few more hours!
It's too late.
We've got a submarine moving
to intercept, even as we speak.
Slavin?
Find Fuller.
Kill him this time.
He doesn't have any place to go.
Wanna bet?
American.
Oh!
Shit!
Well, man?
[shouting]
[shouting]
[russian] I'm going
to break your back.
OK, come on.
[screaming]
There you go.
You'll find this a very
small little ocean when
the Navy catches up with you.
My dear, if you were sent
after the Hailstorm missile,
then you know the warheads
are quite unstable.
I can't possibly imagine
even the United States Navy
would be so callous
as to endanger
the entire eastern
Mediterranean.
I really don't expect
a direct attack.
Unfortunately for them,
you and your partner
were their last, best hope.
I doubt anyone
in the Sixth Fleet
knows of Hailstorm's existence.
And by now they'll know
Odessa's been hijacked.
To them you're just a target.
It doesn't matter.
Within a few hours,
Hailstorm's warheads will rain
down on select Russian cities.
Separatists from
Kazakhstan to the Ukraine
will be blamed the Russian
government will be forced
to reclaim those nations.
A new Soviet Union will
rise from the nuclear ash.
The relations in the
west will deteriorate.
Call it nostalgia, but
I do miss the Cold War.
And the rest of your crew?
They will die for
me, if necessary.
I've kind of
been noticing that.
[snap]
Slavin to bridge.
He's killed Dmitri.
You can't find one man?
Captain, American
submarine, dead ahead.
Los Angeles class.
Slavin, get up here.
It seems the American
Navy wants to play.
Aye, Captain.
Keep looking.
Contact!
Dead ahead, sir.
Russian.
Akula class.
Speed?
20 knots.
Odessa.
OK.
Let's give them a wide berth.
Circle below, then around.
We'll take them from behind.
Aye, Captain.
[grunting]
Increase speed, Captain?
No.
Captain, the
American is closing in.
A very small ocean, captain.
Black rubes one and two.
Black tubes one and two.
Assign preset.
Firing solution
locked into computer.
Fire one.
Fire one.
One away.
- Fire two.
- Fire two.
Two away.
He's fired two torpedoes.
Impact in 30 seconds.
Captain?
If we threaten to
launch the missile--
Need I remind you,
lieutenant, there
is no way to communicate
directly with the Americans.
Captain, that's a Los
Angeles class attack sub.
He can outmaneuver you.
Surrender before it's too late.
I think not.
20 seconds to impact.
Release countermeasures.
Not yet.
What is he doing?
Making the bastard
think he got us.
Both hit straight and true.
10 seconds to impact, Captain.
Captain?
I've done this
before, Daninski.
Release countermeasures.
Impact in five.
Four.
Three.
[non-english speech]
Now.
[beeping]
We got him, sir.
Too soon to tell.
A lot of underwater
debris, sir.
There.
I'm picking up-- screws, sir.
Very well.
Slow to 15 knots.
Flood tubes three and four.
Yes, sir.
Flood tubes three and four.
Aye aye, sir.
We'll get the
Russkies this time.
Sir, Springfield preparing
for a second attack.
Sir, please call
off the attack.
You know the risks when
Hailstorm's warheads
are prematurely detonated.
You'll have a massive nuclear
catastrophe on your hands.
I've got Russia's latest
nuclear sub on my hands.
Probably under the
control of terrorists.
The United States Navy is
going to take that sub out,
and those are the
orders of the day.
With all due
respect, Admiral, need
I remind you of the
signature on that letter?
I'll relay your concerns
to Central Command,
and we'll wait for their reply.
And that's all I'm
going to promise you.
Thank you, sir.
Signal Springfield and tell
him to break off the attack.
Damn.
He's locked onto us.
Why doesn't he fire?
Blow ballast.
Surface.
Surface the ship.
Aye aye, sir.
The American is surfacing.
A mistake.
Flood tubes five and six.
Tubes flooded, Captain.
Petrov, he's breaking
off the attack.
Why fire?
Speed of ascent?
2 feet per second.
Nikita, prorate
target coordinates.
Allow for 23% increase
in ascent speed.
- Locked.
- Fire five and six.
No!
He's fired two fish.
Release countermeasures.
10 seconds.
[non-english speech]
They slipped through.
[non-english speech]
Jesus, God.
[shouting]
Impact!
Large underwater explosion.
Odessa?
Russian screws.
We just lost 100
American lives, Captain.
[gunshot]
[gunshot]
Brzezinski?
Fuller.
12 kilometers
to Syrian waters.
Excellent.
But there was something
else I needed to do.
Ah, yes.
Swain.
Please, forgive me, my dear.
But--
[gunfire]
Captain Fuller, I
trust you can hear me?
I just shot your partner.
She's not dead, but she is
bleeding rather profusely.
If you would like the
opportunity to save her life,
I suggest you join us
here on the bridge.
Black tie.
Thank you very much.
No answer?
The State Department
did, and the president
can't be disturbed.
[gunshot]
[screaming]
[gunshot]
Drop the gun, lady!
You OK, ambassador?
[shouting]
Schikov sent you to
clean up his dirty mess.
That drunken fool?
I take special care of him.
He stays quiet.
So will you.
I'm afraid you were getting
too close to the truth.
Odessa?
And her cargo.
Nuclear fire to heat
up a new Cold War.
Say goodbye to your
new world order.
[click]
[gunshot]
- Oh, Zachary.
- I'm OK.
- Are you OK?
- I'm OK.
Yes.
- I'll get you some help.
Yeah.
[groan]
She's going into
shock, Captain.
Fuller?
Your ensign is failing.
And none of us poor sailors
have any medical experience.
Dananski, how far
to Syrian waters?
23 minutes at
the present speed.
Fuller, you're the only
one who can save her.
I can't believe you're just
going to let her die up here.
What is it?
Are you a coward?
Fuller, I am waiting.
[groaning]
OK then, give me
the missile key.
Don't, Captain.
I did not agree to join you
to fire on our own people.
Daninski, give me the gun.
Is this what you want?
Huh?
Slavin!
Is this what we came for?
I have family in those cities.
We all do!
[gunshot]
[shouting]
[gunfire]
Listen, we move.
Now!
[gunfire]
[alarm]
[gunfire]
Ah!
Shit.
You OK?
Shit.
Swain!
Swain!
Shit.
[alarm]
Move.
We can fire from
the missile bay.
I can't do this, Captain.
Of course you can.
It's from Central Command.
By all means, sir.
We have no choice.
Thank you for waiting
as long as you did.
And I'm-- I'm sorry
for the men you lost.
It doesn't help much.
Send to all ships.
Evacuate to latitude
34, longitude 34.
Jefferson will commence
air strike in 30 minutes.
OK.
Move.
Move!
How long And no lies.
10 minutes.
I've already sent the launch
data to this computer.
I just have to reprogram
the launch controls.
How do we escape?
Don't worry, Nikita.
We have a boat standing by.
The Syrians will
be picking us up.
[alarm]
Nikita?
I have to cross-check
the target controls.
No games.
But we are firing
blind if I don't.
Do it quickly!
[alarm]
OK.
That's about all
I can do for now.
I'll be all right.
We gotta get to Hailstorm.
They can launch from
the missile bay.
No.
Wait a minute.
Being your doctor,
I'm prescribing this.
What is that?
It's vodka.
Take a swig.
Done.
All we need to do
now is set the timer.
Excellent, Nikita.
You will be remembered as a
hero of the new Soviet Union.
[gunshot]
[beeping]
OK.
Now we can go to
the missile bay.
Come here.
Hurry.
[alarm]
Get outta here!
[beeping]
[shouting]
[shouting]
Help me.
Go to hell!
Hey!
Hey!
Help!
Don't leave!
Don't leave me!
Come back!
Don't leave me!
[screaming]
I can stop the missile.
Help me to the controls.
Please.
We'll all be dead if you don't.
Hell, I'll be dead, anyways.
So it's your choice.
Oh, god!
Hurry up!
Hurry up!
Come on!
You did it!
You did it.
Whoa!
Jeez.
I thought I told you
to go to the bridge.
I took a detour and
shut down Hailstorm.
Right.
Let's get the hell out of here.
You ready to go?
Let's get out of here.
Come on.
All ships, report new
positions within safety zones.
Sub hunters are
moving into position.
Have them lock on target.
Aye, sir.
He's surface.
Surfaced?
There.
Come on.
Picking up a signal
from Odessa, sir.
Signal's garbled.
In Russian.
Admiral, please!
I'm sorry.
Watch out!
[shouting]
All planes, fire in
60 seconds from my mark.
Fuller may have control.
They might be ready
to launch Hailstorm.
60 seconds from mark.
SOS!
- All ships, stand by to fire.
- SOS!
Launch commencing in--
Sir, incoming message from
the strike force on Odessa.
Do not fire!
FEMALE VOICE: Seven.
It's Swain and Fuller.
I repeat--
They may have control.
SWAIN: Do not fire.
Belay the order!
All aircraft, stand down.
Oh, thank God.
[shouting]
[shouting]
[shouting]
Ambassador, I
would like to express
my apologies for the
unfortunate turn of events
here at the ministry.
It could have been
much worse, minister.
Perhaps we can get together next
week and clean up this mess?
You may meet
with my successor.
I'm afraid I won't be available.
Goodbye, Ambassador Silver.
What did he say?
I don't think Schikov will
be around town much longer.
And neither will we.
What do you mean?
I've been thinking--
when was the last time we
were at the White House?
Well, with you, darling,
at one of those boring state
dinners we attended.
Why?
Well, how would you
like to live there?
[gunshot]
OK.
Jeez.
It is better.
Mhm.
Tell me something, Admiral--
how the hell did you
keep the Odessa afloat?
You know,
apparently the boat's
lower compartments automatically
seal when they're flooded.
You're lucky you got
out when you did.
It's an amazing submarine.
We'll return it to the
Russians, of course.
After we've had a chance
to check it out ourselves.
Yeah.
How's Lt. Swain?
Ask her yourself.
You're a hell of a
sailor, Lieutenant.
Thank you, sir.
And how.
Come here, Swain.
Sit down.
Captain Fuller, you did
a fine job on that sub.
I need a man like
you in intelligence.
To hell with that.
I need a new medical officer.
Good luck in finding him.
I need a vacation.
What about you, Swain?
[music playing]